Baking up a storm of maple bacon muffins, some of which will accompany to her foodsafe 2 class today.
Keith is going to the grands this weekend, and he will have biscotti in tow if the gods are kind.
Today I am ENDURING THE HORRAH of completing my first tax documents for the church. I will be glad when this term is over, despite all I have learned.
It is astonishingly windy – the recycling bin keeps leaping up and trying to make a run for it down the porch stairs. The cats really don’t like it the noise.
Jeff says Margot had some kind of fit the other day. Her eyes were open but she was impossible to rouse. Then she perked up and was completely normal or as normalz as that crazy little fur machine ever gets. Obviously I am mildly concerned but when cats are eating and drinking as per normal it’s hard to stay that way.
mOm, you will be amused to hear that Katie just came up behind me and said “can you read that in the dark?” and turned the lamp on.
Long and amusing phone call with Chipper yesterday. She’s in much better spirits – her wordplay and sense of proportion have been somewhat restored – and she has been the biggest booster of the plan for the cafe.
I suppose I should pick up the phone and apologize to Carrie for our unfortunate text exchange, but I am still a little mad about it and if I am still resentful an apology will just make things worse.
Saw Mambo Kings the other day. I enjoyed the musical numbers and costume design a lot, and Antonio Banderas is a wriggling sack of puppies cute.
Lots of people asked me for the lyrics to my Beacon bday tune, so I am happy about that.
Receipting for tax time for donors at the church is done…. I will also be stuffing envelopes today.
And laundry. I thought I was all caught up but the laundry basket is telling me different.
